very little knowledge . is first hand, we have to choose . our sources wisely
there is a footstep . planted in each memory . that’s being erased
following the tracks . of others, will guarantee . we’ll go where they’ve been
just when one season . becomes too familiar . it becomes the next
it is comforting . having a guardian watch . the icy front steps
horizontal lines . breakup the landscape, project . the myth of control
in between the lines . illumination teases . imagination
at every line . a beginning ends, starting . a new beginning
whatever happens . it rests on shared history . largely forgotten
a snowstorm’s chaos . ends up as decoration . on a sturdy wall
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